At this time of year, the struggle to maintain any type of fitness intensifies. With a full-time job the exercise I usually get is on the daily commute or during yard work, which is slowly going away.
Then, one has to face possible calamity. Like these three dozen donuts that were brought to my department by an outsider!!
... disaster looms...
Stay Happy
Two Feet Off the Asphalt 
Uhhhhhh … I only see about a dozen donuts here.
I work with five other fellows, so the amazing thing is that there were any left to photograph.
Mm-hmm. It would be interesting to get the sworn testimony of these alleged “five others” to see if they know anything about the three dozen donuts.
Of the five, four would probably all point to the fifth.